"bon voyage" was something that i once said

And eventually regretted
Well, it's come up againand i wonder if
The same mistakes i used to make
Could be remade
Cause "i've been through this before"
Well i've said that too
There's just so much that we can fake
Before we break ourselves into-two

Twenty two the years can hardly catch up
With the years of playing catch up
Must there always be a catch?
What we really want is just ahead,
Just over that hill
And the more i learn, the less i try to clim
The more we change, the more we wish
We stayed the same,
The more we try to fake ourselves into beliefs:
"the grass must be green somewhere!"

Twenty two-the years can hardly catch up,
The years are playing catch up
Must there always be a catch?